This is another adjustment I'm having to make in my life. I can no longer pick up the phone on a Sunday afternoon to get the latest Armand update, from the man himself. His phone service is definitely out of my reach.
In the future, the stories that I will tell about the peripatetic Professor Singer, will have to be culled from his journals and friends. I hope he will forgive that the dates may not be entirely correct, knowing that he would definitely remember the exact time of occurrence.
In 2001, I went on a cruise to Alaska with Ann, Armand and his wife Mary. One day at breakfast, as I returned to our table with my buffet laden plate, I caught Armand chuckling to himself.
"What's so funny, Armand?" I had to inquire.
"Oh," he said, "I was just thinking about something that happened a long time ago."
"You mean like forty years ago?" I facetiously asked.
"Well no, actually this took place about sixty, no make that 61 years ago." Armand corrected me and then led into a ten to fifteen minute telling of a story that the multiple packets of sugar he was pouring into his iced tea, brought to mind.
Whenever I feel an empty Armand space in my heart, all of the memories I have of him gush forward to fill the vacancy and I'm left with a smile on my face. The present is our chance to make happy, future memories for ourselves, and those we leave behind.
In the future, the stories that I will tell about the peripatetic Professor Singer, will have to be culled from his journals and friends. I hope he will forgive that the dates may not be entirely correct, knowing that he would definitely remember the exact time of occurrence.
In 2001, I went on a cruise to Alaska with Ann, Armand and his wife Mary. One day at breakfast, as I returned to our table with my buffet laden plate, I caught Armand chuckling to himself.
"What's so funny, Armand?" I had to inquire.
"Oh," he said, "I was just thinking about something that happened a long time ago."
"You mean like forty years ago?" I facetiously asked.
"Well no, actually this took place about sixty, no make that 61 years ago." Armand corrected me and then led into a ten to fifteen minute telling of a story that the multiple packets of sugar he was pouring into his iced tea, brought to mind.
Whenever I feel an empty Armand space in my heart, all of the memories I have of him gush forward to fill the vacancy and I'm left with a smile on my face. The present is our chance to make happy, future memories for ourselves, and those we leave behind.
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